you hang low, plump …inviting
sumptuously spawned in summer sun
fleeting fruit so tempting
luxuriant on lubricious limb
should I pluck you now?
anticipating viscid juices, trickling down my chin
should I wait for fuller flavour?
as it intensifies within
i hesitate with such a thought
i spin you, stem spliced with spiral strain
observing the peachy pirouette
to please again